Luo Zheng sat silently in the passenger seat, not saying a word. The motorcycle attack just now was too sharp, came fast, and went even faster. He didn't know who was sitting in that black business car, but hopefully it wasn't Uncle Lan, otherwise it would be troublesome. Thinking about this, Luo Zheng couldn't help but glance back at Lan Xue, noticing her face was gloomy, her eyes filled with unresolvable worry, he sighed silently and urged Ghost Hand to speed up.
Ghost Hand charged all the way, crashing into several cars before finally getting off the overpass, choosing a side road to rush through. Seeing no one was following, Luo Zheng quickly signaled Ghost Hand to stop. Once everyone had taken off their masks and got out of the car, Luo Zheng gave a command, and everyone left with their gear in pairs, finding a discreet place to get a ride back to the embassy.
